Category Archives: Borrowed Words

Autumn Heart Mother

Autumn in London marks itself by its absence. The leaves are yellow, orange, gold and brown for just a few days before the wind strips the trees bare. But the leaves meet water puddles and for some hours, the collage … Continue reading

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RK Narayan, Malgudi and Memory

RK Narayan – the man who brought many an afternoon alive with Malgudi would have been a hundred years yesterday. The Hindu, otherwise given to preachiness, has a nicely written piece by N Ram on the reluctant centenarian. I know … Continue reading

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Bullshit

Am having a close run with bullshit today. First there was this fascinating looking book that promised a brief on 100 bullshit jobs. Very interesting ones. I was actually scared to thumb too well through it. I know for a … Continue reading

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Shirts that fade and Madras

Madras is obviously more on my mind than I admit. Randomly while searching for Madras Checks and David Ogilvy’s famous advertising stunt. The plaids were an expression of India’s fondness for Scottish tartans of regiments occupying India in the 1800’s. … Continue reading

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Basavanna, rituals, poetry and asthma

One thing that makes me uncomfortable with performing many of the rituals (others are free to do what they want btw) is the amount of good food that goes waste. I especially refer to some of the stuff used for … Continue reading

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Ghalib’s Delhi, 1857 and sudden nostalgia

Today, after a long and hot spell, London saw a light shower in the evening. A drizzle really. We walked outside and there was that faint smell of mud that is tinged so sharp with memory, yearning and footprints that … Continue reading

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Poetry in AK Ramanujan’s words

The Oxford omnibus – which has the wonderful works of AK Ramanujan is one of the fattest books I own. It’s one of those books that probably might find itself supporting the one-leg-less couch in the apartment. Except, it’s so … Continue reading

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Poetry Podcast: Ardh Satya

Reading out poetry is a bit addictive. In fact, it feels like a discovery of sorts. Like when you go back to a city after a few years, and refresh your memory by printing how the streets turn or how … Continue reading

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Poetry Podcast: Failing and Flying

I am horrendously busy. To the point where every minute, I should have added about 50 more priceless words of wisdom to the project I am working on. Of course, at this point, I feel compelled to blog. You see, … Continue reading

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Poetry Podcast: The Dark Apartment

I miss reading out poetry. When I was still in college, it was something I did off and on and got away with. You discover more of a poem when you read it out aloud. You end up replacing terms … Continue reading

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